Alchemy Black Technology at Hogwarts

Chapter 97 Maybe He's Really That Desperate?

Turning around the entire classroom, perhaps because he had been dazzled by the potions of various auras and colors, Snape, who had an extremely ugly face, walked directly to William's desk.

He lowered his head, carefully observed the changes in the potion, and even sniffed the slightly pungent spicy smell, showing a somewhat reluctant expression.

"Buffalo, come to my office tonight."

Snape suddenly called William's name.

"what?"

William thought he had heard wrong.

He was sure that his potion was exactly the same as the steps Snape described, and in any case, it was definitely not at the level that should be locked up.

"Come to my office at night. Have you been in England for three or four months, and you still haven't learned to speak English?"

That's what Snape wanted to say at first.

But after a short hesitation, he still explained "My office after dinner, I don't know why Professor Dumbledore thinks you can be of any use, but"

"alright."

William replied.

He can hardly feel how honored he is.

Seeing Snape's attitude as if someone was holding his head down to drink water from the trough, he knew that Dumbledore probably gave him some hint, or it was Dumbledore who asked Snape to ask. ——and Snape showed the recipe of the potion in class, it should be a test set by himself.

If he couldn't even get through this, Snape would naturally be qualified to tell Dumbledore that William, a fourth-year student, had no qualifications to participate in such a difficult potion.

But Snape's plan apparently fell through.

If we only talk about potions, although William feels that he still has some gaps from Snape, it is definitely not far behind.

And in some respects, because William has a unique perspective as a time traveler, he will have some advantages.

In the field of potion, whether it is pharmacology or formula, it takes a lot of time and experience to accumulate, but Nicole Flamel has lived for more than 700 years, and he also taught William the knowledge he compiled, which is extremely Big ones helped him shorten the process.

All William needs to do is stand on the shoulders of giants and quickly digest these theories.

As for the technique, although Snape is indeed more skilled and comfortable, William also has an "experimental" way of thinking.

When dealing with a relatively small amount of potions, perhaps Snape, as a potion master, could gain some advantage by virtue of his talents, but William's thinking allowed almost all of his potions to be mass-produced.

William's attitude made Snape raise an eyebrow.

"Eight o'clock."

After hesitating for a moment, Snape said dryly.

"What did he do for you?"

Penello asked curiously.

It was the first time she'd seen Snape swallow a student like this, instead of directly deducting points or sending him to detention.

"Maybe he couldn't make the ideal potion, so he asked me for help?"

William replied that he thought most likely so.

But his serious look made Penello laugh, "William, I don't think Snape will ask you for help unless he is desperate.

I'm not saying you're poor at potions, of course, but Snape would never ask any student for help, not even you. "

She showed a nice smile.

"Perhaps he is really so desperate?"

William laughed too.

After dinner, William went underground to the castle, and soon found Snape's office.

"Knock, knock, knock."

William knocked on the heavy wooden door.

"The door is not locked."

Snape replied slightly impatiently.

William pushed open the office door, and saw the potions professor standing beside a cauldron, slowly waving his wand.Snape lowered his upper body slightly, his long and curved nose almost reached into the pot.

But his movement of waving his wand seemed to have a strange rhythm, as if he could combine the subtle changes in the status of the potion and use magic power to make very fine adjustments to the potion.

"This is an operation I can't learn."

After a brief observation, William came to a conclusion.

Snape slightly raised his eyelids, saw that William had entered the office, and lowered his head again—this potion of potion was about to reach its most critical moment, and he didn't want to ruin the whole potion just because of a momentary distraction. late effort.

William was in no hurry.

He wandered around Snape's office, looking at the displays here.Compared with Snape's usual greasy hair and slovenly robes, his office unexpectedly showed a very strict style.

In the corner of the room sits a large fireplace, in front of which is a high-backed leather sofa.The office is surrounded by various shelves, some of which are neatly stacked books, and some of which are bottles of various materials preserved in yellow-green liquid.

An extraordinarily large vertical cabinet was placed in a corner of the room. At this moment, many drawers on it were opened, revealing various raw materials inside.

"It must be that Hermione stole the ingredients for making Compound Potion from here when she was in the second grade in the original book."

William recalled the plot of the original book, and he also wanted to pay tribute to her operation, but Snape himself was in the office at the moment.

There were many test tube racks on Snape's desk. Most of the test tubes inside were with simple labels. William even found his own products in it, gold, silver, and pink perfume.

"God knows how Snape got it."

William racked his brains, but he couldn't think of anyone in the castle who would be willing to help Snape go to the shop to buy perfume.

He lowered his head to carefully examine the messy small print on the label:

"Love Elixir (reduction), Toning Potion (self-made), ???"

The question mark at the end was forcefully crossed out, which seemed to symbolize that Snape had given up deriving its components.

Even though Snape, the master potion master, was as smart as a ghost, he really didn't expect that William would mix potion directly into ordinary people's perfume. Those chemically purified or synthetic essences were ingredients that he couldn't decompose no matter what.

"Looks like I don't need to eat the pot anymore."

William thought lightly.

"If you are so interested in these things, maybe you will be willing to try them, but I will not be responsible for sending you to Madam Pomfrey's hospital bed."

Snape said in a sarcastic tone, William turned his head and found that he had finished making the potion, and was pouring the silver-white shimmering potion into the test tube.

But Snape looked at the potion for a while, and after shaking the test tube vigorously a few times, he still frowned.

He slightly pursed his lower lip, with a regretful expression on his face, and swung his wand to extinguish the flame under the cauldron.

"Buffalo, if you still have time to peek at the contents of my desk, why not come over and think about how to improve the effectiveness of this potion against curses."

Snape looked at William who was looking at the other test tubes on his table, and said softly and unwillingly.

(End of this chapter)